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... turn the ballad of clan and feud . Not insensible to the tenderer emotions of the heart , we find him losing it amid the northern hills , and , alas ! only to be disap- pointed ! But he bore it like a strong man - valiantly . He did not ...
... turn the ballad of clan and feud . Not insensible to the tenderer emotions of the heart , we find him losing it amid the northern hills , and , alas ! only to be disap- pointed ! But he bore it like a strong man - valiantly . He did not ...
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... turn her eyes after me , and said , with a sort of smile , ' You all have such melancholy faces . ' These were the last words I ever heard her utter , and I hurried away , for she did not seem quite conscious of what she said - when I ...
... turn her eyes after me , and said , with a sort of smile , ' You all have such melancholy faces . ' These were the last words I ever heard her utter , and I hurried away , for she did not seem quite conscious of what she said - when I ...
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... turn , with a snatch of border minstrelsy , he enters upon a new story of en- chantment . The silver tones , with the half smile - half Scottish accent , fall upon the ear like music ! Every eye is open - every heart is enchained , and ...
... turn , with a snatch of border minstrelsy , he enters upon a new story of en- chantment . The silver tones , with the half smile - half Scottish accent , fall upon the ear like music ! Every eye is open - every heart is enchained , and ...
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... Before scarce ' mid the nations named . O blanched was Osmail's lip of pride , Gone was that firm and haughty stride , E'en in despair with hatred burning , See him from that bright pageant turning , The wasted 12 [ Nov. THE ASTROLOGER .
... Before scarce ' mid the nations named . O blanched was Osmail's lip of pride , Gone was that firm and haughty stride , E'en in despair with hatred burning , See him from that bright pageant turning , The wasted 12 [ Nov. THE ASTROLOGER .
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See him from that bright pageant turning , The wasted bones from charnel rise , When lo ! a maiden's plaintive wail The flowing robe , the life - like air , Is borne upon the midnight gale . All that is outward passing fair , But of the ...
See him from that bright pageant turning , The wasted bones from charnel rise , When lo ! a maiden's plaintive wail The flowing robe , the life - like air , Is borne upon the midnight gale . All that is outward passing fair , But of the ...
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Seite 356 - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
Seite 172 - So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost ; Evil, be thou my good : by thee at least Divided empire with heaven's King I hold, By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign ; As man ere long and this new world shall know.
Seite 172 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
Seite 323 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
Seite 172 - Hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Seite 49 - Needs must thou prove a name most dear and holy To me, a son, a brother, and a friend, A husband, and a father! who revere All bonds of natural love, and find them all Within the limits of thy rocky shores.
Seite 46 - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the dayspring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee — the dark pillar not yet turned — Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Logician, Metaphysician, Bard ! — How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula) to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of...
Seite 340 - The ancient prince of hell Hath risen with purpose fell ; Strong mail of craft and power He weareth in this hour, On earth is not his fellow.
Seite 294 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Seite 139 - CALL it not vain ¡—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.